Megan was exhausted. She took off her fuzzy pink slippers, some of
Hermione's, and set them beside the bed. She found her trunk beside her
vanity and opened it. After rummaging through her belongings, Megan
withdrew her pale blue nightgown and put it on. She pulled her hair down
and headed towards her bed. She laid down and closed her eyes.
Gushing sounds were heard from every direction around her. A giant funnel of cold, harsh winds was heading towards her, waiting to swallow her up. Then she saw her parents, Benjamin and Lydia, at the top of this giant image looking down at her, a horrifying expression hidden deep beneath their eyes. They looked mesmerized and as if they were pleading for her help. Megan reached her hands out to try and grab hold of her parents' arms to pull them down. Her parents looked down and started moaning and screaming as if in agony. Megan started to scream and found herself being swallowed by the giant funnel. Then her mother started muttering her name.
"Megan! Megan! Are you alright? You've been screaming. Bad dream, perhaps?" Slowly the image of Hermione came before Megan's eyes. It wasn't her mother muttering. It was Hermione. The dream had seemed so real, so vivid, so horrifying.
"Yeh-yes. I'm okay. Bad-bad dream," she heard herself say. Megan found that she was out of breath and hoarse, probably from the screaming. Shaking and trembling, she touched her cheek to find them wet.
Hermione brought her a tissue and wiped away her tears. "Would you mind telling me about it? I won't tell anyone. You can trust me." Hermione smiled at Megan yet looked serious. She thought Hermione was someone she could confide in and trust.
"I dreamed about my parents-you know, their death. It was terrible. The great wind, a tornado I think it's called, was heading over to pick me up. I didn't know such things existed in the Muggle World. My parents were at the top of the funnel looking down at me. They looked possessed. Their faces were stone cold and their eyes didn't move. I stretched my arm out as far as possible to grab their arms and pull them down, but it did no good. My parents looked down and saw my arm and started to scream and moan as if in terrible pain. Oh, it was frightening. I'm so scared. I hope this doesn't mean anything." Megan felt as if a great weight was lifted from her shoulders. Unfortunately, it didn't help much, but still it was an improvement.
"Oh my goodness! You poor thing! I'm so sorry! Do you need anything?" Hermione exclaimed.
"My parents would be nice, but as for now a glass of water will do fine."
Hermione exited the room and Megan heard her going down the steps. Megan felt dizzy and tired. All of this was so overwhelming. She was finally adjusting to not having her parents around and then this dream occurred. The worst time to have it was now.
Hermione came back to the room and found Megan peacefully asleep on the bed. She closed the door and, as worried as she was for Megan, went to her own bed and went to sleep.
Gushing sounds were heard from every direction around her. A giant funnel of cold, harsh winds was heading towards her, waiting to swallow her up. Then she saw her parents, Benjamin and Lydia, at the top of this giant image looking down at her, a horrifying expression hidden deep beneath their eyes. They looked mesmerized and as if they were pleading for her help. Megan reached her hands out to try and grab hold of her parents' arms to pull them down. Her parents looked down and started moaning and screaming as if in agony. Megan started to scream and found herself being swallowed by the giant funnel. Then her mother started muttering her name.
"Megan! Megan! Are you alright? You've been screaming. Bad dream, perhaps?" Slowly the image of Hermione came before Megan's eyes. It wasn't her mother muttering. It was Hermione. The dream had seemed so real, so vivid, so horrifying.
"Yeh-yes. I'm okay. Bad-bad dream," she heard herself say. Megan found that she was out of breath and hoarse, probably from the screaming. Shaking and trembling, she touched her cheek to find them wet.
Hermione brought her a tissue and wiped away her tears. "Would you mind telling me about it? I won't tell anyone. You can trust me." Hermione smiled at Megan yet looked serious. She thought Hermione was someone she could confide in and trust.
"I dreamed about my parents-you know, their death. It was terrible. The great wind, a tornado I think it's called, was heading over to pick me up. I didn't know such things existed in the Muggle World. My parents were at the top of the funnel looking down at me. They looked possessed. Their faces were stone cold and their eyes didn't move. I stretched my arm out as far as possible to grab their arms and pull them down, but it did no good. My parents looked down and saw my arm and started to scream and moan as if in terrible pain. Oh, it was frightening. I'm so scared. I hope this doesn't mean anything." Megan felt as if a great weight was lifted from her shoulders. Unfortunately, it didn't help much, but still it was an improvement.
"Oh my goodness! You poor thing! I'm so sorry! Do you need anything?" Hermione exclaimed.
"My parents would be nice, but as for now a glass of water will do fine."
Hermione exited the room and Megan heard her going down the steps. Megan felt dizzy and tired. All of this was so overwhelming. She was finally adjusting to not having her parents around and then this dream occurred. The worst time to have it was now.
Hermione came back to the room and found Megan peacefully asleep on the bed. She closed the door and, as worried as she was for Megan, went to her own bed and went to sleep.